"You're gonna love this," one of the fourth-year medical students declared
as he turned to our group of first-years. It was our second month of medical
school and we were still struggling to adjust to the workload. The Clinical
Correlation group promised us a taste of clinical medicine amidst the drudgery
of biochem and anatomy.

Our CC student leaders had obtained permission for a tour of the New
York City Medical Examiner's office. All suspicious deaths—murders,
suicides—were investigated there. There was also a museum that wasn't
open to the public, but our CC guides knew the back channels.